My Mind May Be American But My

You Can Evade Life, But You Can Not Evade Death.

Some Editors Are Failed Writers, But So Are Most Writers.

Every Phrase And Every Sentence Is An End And A Beginning, Every Poem An Epitaph.

Fare Forward, Travellers! Not Escaping From The Past Into Different Lives, Or Into Any Future; You Are Not The Same People Who Left That Station Or Who Will Arrive At Any Terminus, While The Narrowing Rails Slide Together Behind You.

Poetry Should Help, Not Only To Refine The Language Of The Time, But To Prevent It From Changing Too Rapidly.